By Stephen Albrow

(FreshMen.July.2009)

For 10 years now I’ve been working for city hall as a construction worker, mainly doing repair work on government property around the Chicago area. I work alone, but now and again I’m asked to take on some young guy as an apprentice. I always like to kid around with the new boys, tease them a little, and that goes double when the new boy is a fresh faced pup like Ryan.

Ryan was a sweet natured 18 year old who got hired fresh out of high school. He had close cropped blond hair and a sexy little smile, but what interested me most was his youthful, trim physique. Construction work involves shoveling cement and toting lots of bricks around, so it pays for someone in my line of business to have plenty of meat and muscle on his bones. Ryan wasn’t like that at all, though. He was the kind of a guy you could lift right off the ground with your bare hands and not even break a sweat. And to be honest, from the moment he and I first met, I was imagining myself doing just that — lifting him right up into the air and then lowering his tight little cornhole down onto my inflamed prick head.

It made the first day of his apprenticeship just a little bit distracting. We were meant to be fixing a wall in a school gymnasium, but all I could focus on was Ryan’s tight body. The school was closed for a holiday, so we were working there alone. I loafed about watching the cement whirl around in the mixer while Ryan struggled back and forth to the truck, hauling in bricks for the repair work.

“Speed it along, kid,” I told him as he battled through with a barrow load of bricks.

That really seemed to irk him. He stared hard at me, then moved up close and dumped the load of bricks just an inch or so from my feet.

“Why can’t you help bring the bricks in,” he asked angrily. That cement can mix OK without you standing there watching.”

I laughed at his outburst. I stripped off my shirt and showed him my stacked torso. “I’ve already got mus­cles, kid,” I said, flexing my biceps, “whereas you’re all skin and bones. Keep hauling those bricks in though, and we might be able to make a man out of you yet.”

Ryan muttered obscenities under his breath as he pushed the wheelbarrow back out to the truck. I gazed at his buns as he trudged off. His butt cheeks looked perfect in his tight blue jeans — well-toned, slender, and ripe for fucking.

“Wouldn’t you like muscles like these, kid?” I teased him when he returned, struggling back toward me with another load of bricks.

Ryan’s face was awash with perspiration. He was out of breath and out of patience with me.

“Look, I’ve had enough of your wisecracks!” he shouted. He dumped the barrow right where he was standing and began to remove his jeans. “Sure, I’d like to have muscles like yours,” he hissed, “but then again, wouldn’t you like to have a cock like mine?”

With that, Ryan pushed down his boxer shorts, revealing his massive prick. It’s hard to convey what it was like to gaze at a cock so huge on a guy so small. Imagine a full size elephant’s trunk on the face of a raccoon and you might get some sense of the incongru­ity I felt on seeing his endless inches swinging down from such a puny, almost pre-pubescent body.

“You haven’t answered my question,” he said, grabbing his shaft. “Wouldn’t you like a cock like mine?”

“In my mouth, for sure,” I said, drop­ping to my knees.

Ryan’s prick looked even bigger close up. Eager to feel it inside my mouth, I reached inside the back pocket of my jeans and pulled out a rub­ber. Although he was already cruising at around eight inch­es high, Ryan’s prick wasn’t even yet fully erect. I pulled his fingers away from the shaft and tightened my left hand around his crown. Kneading its bulbous end between the tips of my fingers, I soon had his meat standing proud at almost 10 inches tall.

Thank God that rubbers are so stretchy. It took an almighty effort to get the con­dom unrolled down Ryan’s thick shaft without tearing it but I somehow managed It. Then came the next chal­lenge: parting my lips wide enough to take a juicy bite out of Ryan’s enticing erection.

Fortunately my young coworker solved the problem. With one aggressive thrust, six inches of hard apprentice prick filled my mouth, render­ing me unable to speak. “This ought to stop your cracks about how small I am.” Ryan laughed, and he was right. Suddenly, all I could do was to suck on the delicious dick in my mouth.

I reached around Ryan’s hairless body and cupped his tender buns. His bun skin felt so smooth against my grasping fingers as he proceeded to ram his prick in and out of my lips. He seemed to have a very sensitive crown, because he spent a long time fucking my mouth in really short jerks. That gigantic dick went hardly more than an inch or so inside me as he pushed his prick head hard and fast in and out of my carefully puckered lips. I was squeezing my lips together real tight for him, then flicking my tongue against his slit every time that it poked through. Pretty quickly the kid started groaning, so I moved in for the kill.

In one quick movement, I swallowed up his full 10 inches, then swirled my tongue all over his meat. Meanwhile, I gripped my fingers extra hard into his bun cheeks. I even poked a finger up against his ring. making it clear to him that I wanted to explore his insides. My own dick was getting stiff in my jeans, and I was totally desperate to fuck his cornhole.

“You suck so good,” groaned Ryan as I bobbed my lips up and down his shaft. Then, as if to confirm just how good I sucked, the head of his cock began to expand and contract at speed. Without hesitation, I slid my lips back up his shaft toward the business end of it. Sure enough, his colossal erection was squirting out a mass of spunk.

It gave me such a buzz to feel him ejaculating inside my mouth that 1 seemed to lose control of my senses.

I chewed on Ryan’s crown like a man ending a hunger strike. Spurred on by his deafening cues of exhilaration, I kept ramming my tongue back and forth, right up tight against his slit. I didn’t stop until the tip of the rubber was jam-packed full of come.

Finally I spat out Ryan’s crown and ripped off the condom. The juices that I had sucked from his sac were just what I needed to make his sphincter pli­able enough for my erection. I emptied the condom into the palm of my hand then smeared the contents down his crack. With a prod of a finger, I pushed the sticky juice inside his ring. Ryan groaned as my finger entered his asshole, and I saw that he had ripped off his T-shirt and was tweaking his own nipples.

It was one hell of a sight. Just picture it — a nubile guy tugging on the tips of his half-formed pectorals while a muscled construction worker grease up his crack, It gave me such a boner to be a part of that picture that I swear my prick found a couple of inches it had never had before. Normally I stiffen out at around about eight inches, but on this occa­sion it genuinely felt as though I’d made it into double digits. Once Ryan’s cornhole was suitably pliable, I reached into the back pocket of my jeans and took out another condom. Ryan snatched it from me as I got to my feet then ripped open my fly, pulled down my jeans, and fixed the rubber to my engorged prick.

Then I did what I’d been thinking of all day; I lifted Ryan up into my arms and carried him across the gymnasium to the pommel horse. He was light as a feather, so it was no trouble at all to lay him across the horse with his cute little buns poking up into the air. When he reached back and parted them for me, I could see the spunk that I’d rubbed into his ring. My finger had only man­aged to poke it three inches deep, but I blasted it in it a whole lot deeper than that with just a single thrust of my erection.

“Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” Ryan yelled as 1 gave him a high-speed dose of my full length. His asshole was tight but the spunk had made it fuckable. I split him in two with my erection, then began to repeatedly force my prick in and out of his sphincter.

Ryan’s yells grew louder and louder. My prick was stretching his internal muscles to the breaking point as it jack-hammered back and forth. I was fuck­ing him in a gymnasium, so it seemed only right to give his guts a real good workout. Both of us were working up plenty of sweat by the sheer force and athleticism that I was using to ravish his hungry and eager hole.

I just kept on slamming in and out. His boyish good looks had brought out the animal in me. I wanted to fuck him as hard as I knew how to, treating him to the full length of my erection every time I penetrated his body My cock head was throbbing, as his ultra-tight back passage stimulated it way beyond anything it had ever experi­enced before. This was brand new butt hole. This was an unspoiled anus! I’ve fucked a lot of guys in my time, and I can promise you there’s nothing more titillating than fresh tush. It wasn’t just me who was feeling it — Ryan’s sphinc­ter hugged tightly to every inch of my shaft. His taut elastic butt muscles plea­sured the whole of my prick.

It was only a question of time before I climaxed, and it happened right at the end of a back swing. I had pulled out of Ryan’s asshole, ready to deliver the final knockout blow, when my crown began to pulsate just as my hips began to swing forward again. By the time I had plugged Ryan’s sphincter with my full length, a red-hot river of spunk was pouring out of my electrified crown.

“You’re coming — I can feel it!” yelled Ryan as my cock throbbed deep within his crack. I felt Ryan gripping his sphincter muscles real tight together so he could sense each pulsation as the spunk surged out of my erection. Loving the feel of him doing that, I ran my hands all over his body. My sac was draining totally dry, all thanks to the tightness of my eager apprentice’s asshole.

After drainage was complete, I with­drew from Ryan’s sphincter and lifted him down from the pommel horse and kissed him on the mouth. He wrapped his scrawny arms around my muscular torso, and I enveloped the whole of his frame within my brawny biceps. It would have looked funny if anyone had seen us, but it didn’t bother me that I was twice the size of my sexy young assistant. Physically we ought to have been a bit of a mismatch, but when it came to sexual athletics, we were defi­nitely two of a kind.